itsdanimoore

we could split a soda
stretch out on the floor
and laugh at the perfect mess

-ats 

later i’ll whisper out the perfect denouement to you across a crowded room. and you’ll hear me. even if the music is loud.

-ats

Take me to the edge of the woods and show me where the world drops off into a crevice. I’ve been there once. I threw my heart like a stone. I never heard it hit the bottom. I think it’s still waiting for me. Soft and slack against a tree root. Patient. Perfect. Just barely beating. 

-ats

The sun would touch everything. The heat would settle down the worry. 

-ats

It’s wishes. Wonder. The stories we almost can’t hold onto. The childhood mythology.

-ats

that’s the ticket. when you don’t know anything hurts.

-ats

Amy Turn Sharp is on FIRE with her latest poems. This is one of my favorite groups of words I’ve ever read…

“I always liked to be afraid. Until I didn’t.”

the childhood mythology. it’s what keeps us

coming back again and again to the light.

Thinking through the heat. 
She’d tell the bathtub her secrets. 

-ats